The mountains in the western fringes of the Yukon are fine, indeed. Dozens of gravel-bed creeks and rivers creeping directly into high, frosty mountains without a trace of commercialization. These creekbeds flirted with me the entire trip, beckoning me to come explore their upper reaches to see what was behind the first folds of mountains. Paradise Lost might be found behind those first few folds...
The Donjek River; a perfectly pleasant landscape with rich, robust forests and ice cold, clean water. With some rainshadow sunshine to boot, it made a boy want to find an old, nearby trapper's cabin with a functional stove and a musty old library and set up camp for a lifetime.
A couple of beastie boys gettin' ill on a snag on the Donjek River. This river made us feel as internally groovy as we externally appear in the photo, if not groovier.
If you've ever been to the Boundary Waters in Minnesota/Ontario, then the Tetlin National Wildlife Refuge would make you salivate for days. More lakes, ponds, streams, and wetlands than you could shake a stick at, bigger peaks than you've likely ever seen, and a raucous cacophony of geese, ducks, swans, and owls. A gang of trumpeter swans, together with a trio of great-horned owls filled the silence at our snowy camp.
Slowly swimming through one of hundreds of lakes, these swans took their time enjoying an eastern Alaskan sunrise.
Solitude in Alaska. Me encanta. 
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